Here's to you Sir.
_Young Lo_. To my dear Steward, down o' your knees you infidel, you Pagan;
be drunk and penitent.
_Savil._ Forgive me Sir, and I'le be any thing.
_Young Lo._ Then be a Baud, I'le have thee a brave Baud.
_Elder Lo._ Sir, I must take my leave of you, my business is so urgent.
_Young Lo._ Let's have a bridling cast before you go. Fill's a new stoupe.
_Elder Lo._ I dare not Sir, by no means.
_Young Lo._ Have you any mind to a wench? I would fain gratifie you for
the pains you took Sir.
_Elder Lo._ As little as to the t'other.
_Young Lo._ If you find any stirring do but say so.
_Elder Lo._ Sir, you are too bounteous, when I feel that itching, you
shall asswage it Sir, before another: this only and Farewell Sir. Your
Brother when the storm was most extream, told all about him, he left a
will which lies close behind a Chimney in the matted Chamber: and so as
well Sir, as you have made me able, I take my leave.
_Young Lo._ Let us imbrace him all: if you grow drie before you end your
business, pray take a baite here, I have a fresh hogshead for you.
_Savil._ You shall neither will nor chuse Sir. My Master is a wonderfull
fine Gentleman, has a fine state, a very fine state Sir, I am his Steward
Sir, and his man.
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